Women, men, seen as vegetable pickers,
People, Abandoned by humanity,
Not welcomed, like our brothers and sisters,
But the backbone of our society,
Gathering our produce, with every care,
Repaid in fear, running, from arms that bare,
Where is the land of opportunity?
Where are Americans morality?
Families come to our country for hope
Yet, we cut their strings, of life, off that rope,
Racism, prejudice, this is all hate,
Something as humans we dare to create.
We drink the same water, breathe the same air,
Yet we can't have a land, for us to share.